Today I thank God for my sister.

She is my support.

She considers the calling on

my life greater than her own,

and when I see myself retreating

from the battle,

I see her charging ahead of me,

sword drawn.

She would carry my armor.

She extends her hand when I fall.

She will be there for the final victory.

Her name is Jennifer and

we are more than just sisters.

We are soldiers in a fox hole,

we are friends who do not judge,

we are brides of the King.